For the past few nights, I have fallen asleep with my guitar.
“Wait, you play the guitar?” those of you who know me might be asking. Others of you might be thinking, “I think she needs a man.” Yeah, that’s a topic for a whole other blog post.
But yes, I actually own three guitars now. But I rarely play them. I thought I just couldn’t figure out HOW to. I would try every once in awhile, take a couple of lessons, but nothing would stick. If any of you have tried playing the guitar, especially as an adult, you know it’s not that easy. Getting your fingers to coordinate and stretch enough but also be delicate enough to get right into the exact spots on the frets is pretty tricky stuff.
Each time I would pick up the guitar again, I would get frustrated and think that this whole guitar thing is so far from… well, who I am. So I would give up.
But the universe has this way of bringing you back to something that you might need to give another chance to. Plus, there are guitars all around me- from the guitar paintings I did years ago, still hanging on my wall, to the guitar piggy bank I have in my kitchen, to the little guitar decoration on my bookshelf. Oh, and what about that guitar keychain I owned for a few years? Not to mention that one of the most inspiring and life changing movies I have ever seen is also, quite frankly, called The Guitar.